"Hark, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the moon, and Flauta is the sun!
Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon,
who is already sick and pale with grief."
"Yeah I get it. You are romantic. Nice. Now shut up."
"Screw you. I don't need this abuse. I'm going home."
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Flauta you are such a hawtie...I want more flauta pics...
*drools over flauta's redheaded-ness*
Research Director of the Elendi-Waffle Lonelistic Physics Research Institute (EWLPRI)